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Up All Night - 1. Gotta Be You*Emily’s POV*

“You don’t know you’re beautiful…That’s what makes you beautiful!” me and my cousin belted out the last few lines of one of 1D’s hit songs. We fell in the floor, laughing and out of breath from dancing around the house. “What shall we do next, dear cousin?” I said, mocking a British accent.

“I really don’t know”, she sighed, pushing her hair back from her face. “I know! We can start up a marathon of cheesy romance movies.”

“We’ve got to be the lamest people on the planet right now”, I rolled my eyes as I sat up, mak

Those Who Care (Canada x Egypt)‘’re you a’right?’ Gasping in surprise, Canada lifted his head, red-rimmed violet eyes wide in surprise. The Canadian nation had been quietly crying in a spare room, the weight of being forgotten once again breaking his emotional control. Hearing the sobbing, Egypt had quietly entered the room, surprised to see it was Canada who was sobbing.

‘N-no, eh.’ Canada muttered, hiding his face behind his hands once more. Grunting, Egypt dragged Canada up, holding the nation upright by his shirt, towering over the northern country, who shrank back in fear.

‘’ou n’d to speak ‘p, ‘r no

Mozart HeartDear boy-with-the-mozart-heart,

I find myself comparing your eyes to Christmas morning- looking into them and feeling the comfort seeping out of their muddy depths and into my chest- the look you give that practically reaches out through the bite-sized gap between us to curl my lips up into a smile.

We're just an equation, you and I. Not that I mind, of course. Me and numbers haven’t always been the best of friends but I'd do it if it meant you'd be the end result.

I'll say your name in that sing-song way you like so much- the letters metamorphosing from breath into melodies like butterflies and I'll watch as you turn them into music

finceline trinagulo------amoroso parte 11MIZZUO DEJA EL CHISME
-tenemos un trato niño?- jota tenía la cabeza abajo la mirada perdida y no parecía responder, estaba pensando en la primera vez que vio a marceline el día en que nació, -todo parecía estar oscuro pero había alguien que resaltaba de entre todo ese desorden, alguien que parecía ser diferente a los demás… alguien que comprendía lo que era no tener alma-, el silencio se interrumpió por unas palabras que penetraron en el alma de los tres seres que estaban allí –ACEPTO- mizzuo se preocupó mucho y salió volando a busc

Strung HeartsA pillow heart; crafted ever-so-neatly from single threads
Able to be ripped out and put together again,
But it'll never be an exact replica.
You know those mass-produced hearts they make?
Those are stuffed with nothing more than greed.

As for us, our hearts have thread, too.
But the strings aren't of fiber,
They string us to our emotions,
Named heartstrings. You can't play with them
Like pillows or stuffed animals.

So you decided to take my heart
When I didn't want you to;
Tore it straight from my chest,
Heartstrings still throbbing,
Blood still pumping.
Blood still dripping.

From your fingers down your arms.
And in that moment, I wished

So I've Seen the WorldThese eyes have seen most of the world. There are landscapes more dreamlike than anything that I've seen with my eyes closed- and I've touched every inch of them with bare hands and determined feet.
I have seen life begin on the first morning of Spring, the rain dry away and the flowers come to a vibrant life, touching rays of sunlight with their petals. I've seen someone's last moments in the dead of Winter, watched as their gaze kissed the face of Death.
I have seen days of endless oceans, the shadows of whatever things the depths hide away from us.
I've even seen the entire world from the top of a mountain I climbed with only m

Maiko - DecadenceIf you went to a dictionary and looked up "decadence," this would be the definition you would find. This was not just a fruit tart. This was the most impressive fruit tart Mai had ever seen. This was the fruit tart of fruit tarts. It had the ripest, glossiest, plumpest strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and kiwis she'd ever seen. And, of course, it was topped with rose petals of a deep, dark red.

From over the top, Zuko looked at her with one side of his mouth quirking up, his eyes saying very clearly, "do you like it?" Hoping so hard that she would like it.

She understood what he was doing here. It was an anniversary reminder of that

Jasons Jewel Ch 3Chapter 3
“Tag, you’re it!” I shouted cheerfully as I tapped another person’s shoulder, and then bolted it in the opposite direction. He turned around, and then charged at another camper running past him.
My legs were growing tired, and heart rate was skyrocketing with this almost endless game of tag, but I enjoyed it none the less.
Every so often, Carly would check her watch to see how long we’ve been playing. A few minuets pass, and she blows the whistle, stopping everyone in their tracks.

“Alright!” she called, “everyone in, time to decide a new game!”
I caught up with Jason, and sat

CatacombsHis gaze caused the catacombs inside my heart to rumble, crashing in on themselves with little care for what it left of me. I suppose others call this love. I, however, being less reckless than poets, call it fascination. His was a light I could never extinguish or forget, and mine was a darkness he simply couldn't see. Our lives, you might say, are opposing ends of a beautiful spectrum. Him the hero, me the playwright, conducting his every move while he just smiles like the marionette that he is.

But I can see quite well, and this marionette is adopting a mind of his own. Perhaps, too, a heart of his own. And I'll be left as defenseless as

In The Classroom- A ZaDrish StoryIn The Classroom- A ZaDrish Story

Dib stared at Zim, asleep as usual, across the college classroom. He noticed that he was actually peaceful in his sleep. He also noticed how dare he say it 'cute' Zim was. His flawless lime-green skin reflected the light coming in from the windows, his muscular arms lay on the desk holding up his devilishly handsome face. He had grown quite a bit since 6 years ago when he came to Earth, taller, and more toned but kept the same cocky, egotistical attitude he had for all his life. Dib had as well grown taller, and more muscular but instead of confidence he had acquired thoughtfulness. In fact Dib was the quiet

Le jeune homme de l Ombre.Là dans l’ombre, un garçon se tient. Dans l’ombre des arbres. L’ombre des Hommes. Il est là, perdu dans une marée humaine, une marée noire. Il attend. Puis comme sous le coup d’un signal, il s’approche. Il tient une rose. Une rose rouge. Il la porte à sa bouche, respirant le sang de l’amour sacrifié. Puis il s’avance et à regret, laisse lentement tomber la fleur sur un lit de terre.

First ImpressionsShe lights a candle in the dark.

The flame is small, dancing across her face, wavering and uncertain. A moth’s black shadow moves across her body.

Poor thing, why would it come down here?

Lost, maybe? It flies towards the flame. Papery thinness of its wings melting in the wax.

She blinks as the moth is eaten by the fire. She watches as it turns dark, crinkling and slowly turning to ash. It does not even twitch.

What a passionate creature, to cling to its pyre even as it dies. Her green eyes are filled with firelight.

Tears too.

Panting softly, she leans towards the candle and touches the dead moth. It crumbles beneath her fingert

Jasons Jewel Ch 7Chapter 7
Their eyes felt as if they were burning into my head. I looked straight into them, wide with fear.
“Uh…hi” I said nervously.
“And where were you? Off with that little Jason freak?” Regina mocked with her arms crossed. Just as she finished, she whipped her head like a snob would, her hair in a high pony tail flowing to her movements, flicking as it made a soft snap sound. Her cronies laughed and made faces. Why did I have to be assigned to the same cabin as them? Why does this world hate me and my choice in friends?
I shook off her glares, and tired to get to my bed on the far end on the cabin in the

Jasons Jewel Ch 6Chapter 6
Jason’s POV
“Jason! Jessica!”
I awoke with a jolt at the sound of my name. The forest had darkened greatly, and the sky was a soft tangerine with streaks of yellow and mixing in with red specks and purple blurs to the east direction. I felt a small body curled up against me. I looked down and saw Jessica soundly asleep. Her face so calm and peaceful, she looked like an angle as he sun beamed on her pale face.
“Jason, Jessica, where are you?!” a voice called for us from somewhere in the brush.
I registered that voice immediately through the gears in my mind, and cupped my hands around my mouth.
“

Jasons Jewel Ch 5Chapter 5
The air was humid and hot. Most of the older girls had changed into short shorts and into spaghetti strapped tops, mostly the girl counselors, and the older girl campers were in longer shorts and in T-shirts. The boy counselor’s eyes were glued to the female counselors in what one would call fascination. I stayed close to Jason the whole time we were on the trial behind the group. Auntie Pam stayed back at camp to prepare for the cook out tonight by the lake, so Jason and I were on our own. Rotting logs and other forest debris littered the forest floor, having us to jump and step on and over most puddles and large rocks, along

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O My Metropolis

by ~candyexorcist, Dec 26, 2012, 2:28:52 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Tear yourself from your boundaries, o my metropolis, and drift with the graceful slowness of continents to my arms. Though the others look not upon you, for you are black with smoke and sharp with the tongues of your children, I rejoice, for mine eyes have their full run of your rough and uncouth fierceness.

Come to my arms, o Manchester, and fit your city limits round my roads, your slums to my city centre. You make me desire the filth of the streets and the grey of bleak great winter skies above bleaker little lives.

Dirty me, my dear.

O My Metropolisby ~candyexorcist

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Originally written for *Kaytara, who wanted a nice little Good Omens story about two cities being in love.

Yes, two cities.

So here we have Manchester/Edinburgh, from Edinburgh’s POV. Ended up being inspired by the Song of Solomon, which could be worse.

I love the Song of Songs because it’s the most elegant and artfully extended pickup line ever.

The original post can be found here.

You can also hear me read it, doing my best attempt at a Scottish accent, here.

I actually got an anonymous question after posting that saying "Your accent is so pretty! Where are you from?" I answered "The American Pacific Northwest" and laughed the entire time I was typing it.

... and now I'm tempted to revisit the idea...

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